Lucinda Child’s work is the result of an exceptionally coherent sensibility… It proceeds by the strict avoidance of cliché, and of anything that would make the work disjunctive, fragmented. By a refusal of humor self-mockery, flirtation with the audience, cult of personality. By a distaste of the exhibitionistic: of movement calling attention to itself. Its beauty is first of all an art of refusal… (Susan Sontag)